Cassandra stood amidst the chaos, her heart heavy with a mix of confusion, frustration, and guilt. She watched as the wife of Donald unleashed a torrent of accusations and slurs, and she couldn't comprehend how his deteriorating condition was being blamed on her.
The last encounter regarding Donald that she had was when she saved him from dying on the Kingdom's front lines for a military that already begrudged him. She had purposely swayed the decision of the court martial in order to preserve his life, regardless of how he assaulted and disrespected her. To her it was an act of mercy, to show that there was no ill will between the two.
To Cassandra herself, she was innocent, praise worthy even. In her eyes, she had acted honorably and selflessly, ensuring that he would live to see another day. But now, as she stood amongst his aggrieved family members, their faces contorted with scorn, contempt, and hatred, she felt like an outcast.
